The riding officer tilted his head and avoided the stone. Then he immediately took off the shield beside the horse to protect his head... Or his defensive action gave the villagers an illusion: he thought that these guys were just like this, or threw a few stones a little to drive away the invaders. So more people joined the ranks. They were angry, or fanatical, and excited, as if they picked up the stones and smashed them towards the Norman Hussars, as if this could show their courage and defensive effects.

"What a group of idiots." The officer who spoke at the beginning snorted coldly, put down his shield, raised his knife and shouted: "Kill all these stupid people, no one will be left!"

So, after receiving the confirmed order, the Hussars immediately drew their swords and rushed towards the crowd. They ruthlessly chopped towards the head of the unprepared villagers.

"God!"

A citizen who was standing in front and felt that he was suddenly rushed to the war horse. He heard a "click" sound, and then the entire lower body was gone. The war horse raised its front hooves again, and the hoofs equipped with horseshoes stepped directly towards his head. The weight of hundreds of pounds was directly applied to it, directly trampling his head to pieces. The Hussars sitting on the mount, regardless of the fearful eyes of the villagers around him, smiled grimly, waved the scimitar and cut off the head of an old man next to him. In an instant, dozens of villagers in the front row were brutally massacred!

"Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The villagers then realized that no matter how hard Cai's mouth is, he would not win the sword in his hand. When facing a group of irritable Hussars, the best way to deal with it is to shut up and be obedient... "But it is obvious that it is too late now. The opponent's officer has issued an order to kill, and he will not give up until he kills all these people.

The originally peaceful village immediately turned into a purgatory on earth. A large number of villagers were slaughtered. The soldiers were chasing the villagers with laughter and chasing them... riding war horses to smash the fences, looting their food and valuable things, and burning the others.

"Hahahahaha...this is just like that.

That's right! What kind of persuasion should be persuaded to surrender?! How great is it to kill them all! The whole world belongs to us Normans, long live Egierskadragrimson!"

The Hussar officer laughed like this, "drinking the stolen liquor" and poured the stolen liquor into the burning house next to him.

"Egierska Gragrimson..." Seeing the atrocities of the Norman army... the child hiding in the bushes not far away was lying in his mother's arms, motionless, and shed tears uncontrollably, repeating the name silently... and vowed to make the tyrant pay the price when he grew up. However, the child's dream was soon over, and it ended here-the cavalry officer quickly noticed the abnormality in the grass. Then he walked over, slashed directly, and cut the boy's mother's head into two halves like a watermelon.

"Mother!!"

Seeing his close relative die in front of him, the boy fainted with a cry. However, the officer had no intention of letting him go... he cut down his head mercilessly and cut off the grass.

The entire village was slaughtered. Everyone, no matter men, women, adults, children, all their heads were cut off and they were made into Jingguan. The bodies were thrown into the fire and burned clean. Then, the cavalry ran towards another village...

Well, in fact, there are not many such stupid villages and residents. Of course, not a small number. The so-called weeds and roots cannot be cleaned up. There will always be some lucky remnants to live. And this blood debt is naturally recorded on Egil. Although he has no idea about these things, because this is his empire... his army, it is equivalent to what he did.

Of course Egil didn't care, he didn't care at all, nor did he care. There were more people in this world who wanted him to die. There were more people who had a grudge against him. He only killed the Duke of Swabian and his family. The three sons and two daughters of Duke Henry were all killed in the public execution. In addition to his brothers and sisters, and his father... that guy probably had the heart to eat Egil raw. But so what? Egil still lived a good life. He lived a very comfortable life. He drank lemon juice every day... and hugged the 14-year-old girl and commanded the 100,000 troops to continue creating hatred. Of course, will he go to heaven or hell after he die? This is not sure.

Or maybe he needs talents like him in hell.

In short, the Norman army burned and killed all the way, and advanced towards Vilnius as if no one was around. The attacks and villages were captured along the way... as if they were entering a nobody's land. A few noble castles loyal to Lithuania were bombarded by counterweight stone castles, and then they were washed by the Norman longbowmen with arrow rain... In the end, the assault infantry rushed in could not even catch a decent person to cut them.

With a pure bullying attitude and backed by the huge military-many production capacity of the entire empire, Egil carried out inhumane and arbitrary operations in Eastern Europe.

As he said before, all the rebels were killed. Anyway, the army was not a good thing for doing good deeds. Especially the fighting races like the Normans. Even when they were fine, they might have to fight when they were bored, not to mention that this time, after receiving the orders of Egil from a thousand people, the Lithuanians learned their lessons. They all played to death like rabbits.

Lithuanian Grand Duke Vitas found that the morale of his soldiers was getting lower and lower. There were even many deserters, especially the tribes of various tribes that Egil had passed along the way. Many of them were given the care of the elders of the tribes and directly found an opportunity to escape. And they ran in groups of dozens or hundreds. Of course, in contrast, there were also some tribes that were slaughtered by the Normans. The remaining tribes joined Vitas' army in order to avenge.

Vitautas also took advantage of the situation to promote the Norman atrocities in the army.

"How can you have fantasies about jackals and beasts? The Normans devour your land like locusts and tear your relatives like hungry wolves. Do you actually want to join such people? Soldiers, wake up! The more this happens, the more we must unite! Unite all Lithuanians, all Estonians, all Latvians, all people oppressed by the Norman Empire! Resist that tyrant and resist his tyranny!! Poland...Long live the United Kingdom of Lithuania!!!"

Vitatus shouted at the top of his lungs, which slightly boosted the morale of his falcons. The number of deserters was reduced a little. However, war was not just about morale. The Norman army had a total of 60,000 armor and rigorously organized armor. Egil was even more a long-time general on the battlefield. Looking at the Lithuanian army, there were a total of 30,000 soldiers, and most of them were temporary recruitment. There was no need to think about armor and sir. The organization was basically based on hometown, villages and tribes. The commanders were also unprofessional nobles. Although Vitatus had won several battles in Eastern Europe, compared to Egil's who had made great contributions to the battle of thousands of miles, he obviously fell into the bottom...

Isn’t it obvious who loses and who wins?

At this moment, Vitautas was in a dilemma. He had seen through the strength of the Norman Empire in the past few years and really did not want to fight against the Norman Empire. However, if he did not fight against the Norman Empire, he would have to sit idly by and watch the Norman Empire swallow the entire Eastern Europe, including the United Kingdom. How could Litautin handle himself at that time? He had to die, and died sooner or later. Of course, Vitautas could also choose to bow his head and surrender, and hold Egil as the master monarch. But for an ambitious person, it was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

If it was a Holy Roman Empire, or a country with low monarchy like France, it would be fine, but it would still be a day to make a comeback. But the Norman Empire was different. Surrendering to the Norman Empire means that its own road to hegemony ended here. In the future, Jueqi and Jueqi's tricks were restricted by the Norman Empire and their power would only be less and less.

So, if that's the case, let's take a try... Anyway, Eastern Europe is not the only one who wants to resist Egil. The vast grasslands, the mountains and rivers, countless ethnic tribes, and countless heroes of Yingzhe will not all be spoiled by that emperor.

Vitautas cheered himself up, and then sent a large number of rangers to divide into teams to harass the Normans with guerrilla tactics.

However, Lithuania has light cavalry, Norman, and they are even more cruel than them. The human harmony is not in Vitautas. In terms of geography, Norman spies are everywhere, drawing maps and terrain, and Egil has cheats such as crazy maps and three-dimensional sand tables. Speaking of familiar terrain, Norman Hussars are not necessarily stranger than Lithuanians. There is no advantage in Vitautas.

As for the time...

Is there anyone who has a greater destiny in this plane than Egil? No.

The right time, place and people, Vitautas did not take any more. The Lithuanian cavalry suffered losses in the battle with Norman Hussars and Archers. Modern Hussars and light archers abused the primitive archers with no means to capture them. Various battles of ten to one battle made Vitautas depressed to hit the wall. In the description of the few Lithuanian cavalry who escaped their lives, Norman cavalry was as terrifying as the devil in hell.
Chapter completed!